Where you belong

Where you belong chapter 2

WHERE YOU BELONG Chapter 2

"Oh god!" I cried out as I heaved everything in my stomach into the toilet my face was plastered into. I cant take this anymore I hate this! Damn morning- noon-night-sickness! It was getting so hard to move around my stomach was huge I felt like a fat disgusting penguin, waddling all around, peeing every three seconds. Every time I get done peeing I'd get up, manage to get to the door and have to head right back to the toilet it seems. Luckily I don't have much longer with all this. Just one month and four days until my due date on December 25th Christmas.

I have been doing so well with my pregnancy except for the sickness. I take a prenatal vitamin everyday, don't eat any junk, soda, candy except dark chocolate every once in awhile, and my dad he doesn't really hit me either, just a smack here and there and its not even that hard usually. All in all things have been going well, I have to thank my guidance counselor for that, she helped me out a lot got me a doctor that specializes in teen pregnancies, and I even have welfare. They give me something called food stamps so me and my baby never go hungry and I've even got vouchers from the state to help buy something's for her too. That's right, I was right about that, it's a girl. I'm not sure what I'm gonna name her though I haven't decided yet.

Once I was done getting sick, I went downstairs to get something else to eat, because now I was locked and loaded, I giggled out loud at that thought. As I made myself a grilled cheese with honey ham, I thought about how happy I've become all because of a baby, and how I got this baby in the first place.

*flashback*

I was in between classes, and about to finish up in my locker when I heard shouting. "Your nothing but a trashy fricken skank Ashley! Stay away from Matt or else!" Marissa the head cheerleader, standard blonde cliché yelled out over the throng of students at Ashley. "Oh fuck you! What are you gonna do to me Marissa? You cant even swear right! And Matt wasn't giving two shits about you when he called ME up last night. He didn't give two shits about you when he came to MY house and bent me over doggie-style, now did he? I. Don't. Think. So."

I, as was everyone in the entire hall watching this spectacle unfold with wide eyes and open mouths, it was pathetic. But luckily I am going to reap the benefits. You see, Ashley has had-yet another- falling out with her cheer-pals, and now was seeking solstice in the likes of me. My self esteem- zero.

"Hey biatch! So screw those bitches, what are you doing tonight?" she said chewing and popping her gum loudly in her mouth, standing in the typical teen-girl-attitude-way-with-the-knee-bent-body's-weight-resting- on-the-other-straight-leg-hands-on-the-hip-eyebrows-bent-up-cocky-look-plastered-on-the-face, yeah that one. Of course I didn't have any plans I'm a nobody, with even worse self esteem, so yeah that about sums it all up. "Well, I was gonna do this thing actually so-" I tried but she cut me right off, "Oh shut your lying ass up you're a loser, your not the only one who knows that, you know that right? Anyways we're going to a party down at Matt's. What are you gonna wear? -Never mind, I don't know why I even asked, meet me after school out front alright?" bobbled my head in a yes and she yanked my hair in a bitchy fashion and walked away, I guess that's how girls like that say goodbye now a days.

After school I did like she asked, and she picked me up and we drove to her house. Once in her room, we immediately got to the clothes sorting out what was hot and sexy and just 'fucking stupid'. It was a long two hours as she poked, prodded, and pampered me. Ashley wasn't all that bad she could be a real bitch, and a super fricken skank slut, but sometimes she could be real cool, and considerate-mostly not-but sometimes. She wore a dark blue mini dress, with strappy silver heels. She went a little bit heavy on the black eye liner, and mascara but then again, she pulled it off and she was a blonde bombshell. Damn.